You could make light, be the silly word
Sitting on a tongue
You could make nice or beat a drum
[Bridge]
Don't you wanna know how far you're gonna go?
Fickle as tomorrow talking to a wind chime
Folding your hands, empty as glass
Waiting to break
Don't you wanna know how close you're gonna get?
Kissing like people stepping on flowers
Wishing on stars empty as glass
Waiting to break
[Verse 3]
You could have a heart until it's pouring out
If it's in your blood